I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

2: Iron & Wine – Beast Epic

cofHere is perhaps the most misleading album title of last year. Beast Epic may refer to the literary genre in which animals take on human voices, but music fans would be forgiven for thinking they’re about to slog through a bombastic heavy metal concept album – it’s a wonder Iron Maiden didn’t get to the name first. Fortunately, the sixth solo release by indie-folk hero Sam Beam, a.k.a. Iron & Wine, is succinct, stripped down, and simply gorgeous. (The homey embroidered cover image is a much more fitting indication of the contents within.) After dabbling in electronics and studio embellishments on his most recent albums, Beam circles back to the intimate, unadorned sound of his earliest recordings. Close your eyes and it may seem as if he is playing right in your living room. You hear the strings of his acoustic guitar creak and its hollow body reverberate as he raps out a laid-back tempo. Muted percussion, keyboards and strings are used sparingly for accompaniment. Beam’s formidable talents as a songwriter shine brightest in this natural state.  His lyrics here are full-hearted meditations on the human condition and the wonders of nature, studded with the occasional barbed observation. “Jesus and his trophy wives are praying for the suicides and orphans,” he sneers on “The Truest Stars We Know.” A cozy masterpiece, Beast Epic ranks with 2007’s The Shepherd’s Dog as Beam’s finest work.

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I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

3: Robyn Hitchcock – Robyn Hitchcock

IMG_20170710_115146This year’s comeback award, which I benevolently bestowed upon Martin Fry and ABC in 2016, goes to an Englishman who also did his most high-profile work in the 1980s.  London-born singer-guitarist Robyn Hitchcock reached peak popularity in 1988 with the jaunty MTV hit “Balloon Man.” And while he’s never really gone away, continuing to release albums every few years, his recent output has been uneven and all too easy to ignore. Hitchcock’s latest is a heartening, supremely tuneful return to form. After 21 solo albums, he’s not reinventing the wheel here. Robyn Hitchcock serves up exactly what longtime fans want, witty, surreal lyrics set to jangly college-rock riffs with frequent Beatles-style flourishes. (The psychedelic pop gem “Autumn Sunglasses,” with its prominent cello accompaniment by Emily Nelson, digs particularly deep into the Fab Four’s bag of production tricks.) On the album closer, “Time Coast,” Hitchcock looks back on his 40-year career and seems to wonder if his best days are behind him. “I’m singing like a fossil, time goes by so fast,” he frets. But this dazzling collection of songs is proof positive that he’s still got it.

I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

4: The War on Drugs – A Deeper Understanding

cofSome of the most interesting acts in pop music today– the 1975 and M83 among them—tease fresh sounds out of the stalest of sources, Top 40 radio staples from the 1980s. Count the War on Drugs and its mastermind, Adam Granduciel, among these intrepid hipsters. The band’s fourth album is a trash heap-turned-treasure trove of Reagan-era pop-rock melodies. Stripped of Granduciel’s scratchy, Dylan-esque voice and sporadic squalls of abrasive indie guitar, the songs on A Deeper Understanding could easily qualify as deep cuts on albums by Don Henley or the Grateful Dead circa In the Dark. (Some critics have thrown Bruce Hornsby and Steve Winwood into this mix.) As on 2014’s breakthrough Lost in the Dream, Granduciel lets his nostalgically disarming compositions stretch and breathe. Most of the 10 tunes on A Deeper Understanding are six to eight minutes in length, and the centerpiece “Thinking of a Place” goes to 11. (11:10 to be exact.) Scrawled across these expansive canvases in broad, satisfying strokes are Granduciel’s heartfelt lyrics, classic singer-songwriter reflections on loneliness, yearning and the possibility of redemption. This is one of those rare records that makes you reevaluate music you likely wrote off ages ago— hey, come to think of it, Henley’s The End of the Innocence does have its high points– while also forging an invigorating path forward.

I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

5: Shelby Lynne & Allison Moorer – Not Dark Yet

cofSeparately, sisters Shelby Lynne and Allison Moorer have forged enduring careers in country music— Moorer has released 10 albums, Lynne 15. But they haven’t gotten around to recording together in earnest until now. Their first full-length collaboration is a superb collection of covers that runs the gamut from comfort-zone picks by Merle Haggard and the Louvin Brothers to surprising curveballs by Nick Cave, the Killers, and Nirvana. In a close race, the cover to beat is the Bob Dylan-penned title track. Taken from the 1997 late-career masterpiece Time Out of Mind, Dylan’s hushed ode to creeping mortality is handled with tender loving care by the siblings and an ace backing band that includes Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ keyboardist Benmont Tench. The most unexpected cover, Nirvana’s “Lithium,” is also the one that doesn’t quite work. While Lynne and Moorer get points for thinking outside the box, the comparatively tame country arrangement lacks the grunge trio’s dynamic punch and Kurt Cobain’s singular genius-stoner delivery. The one original song here, “Is It Too Much,” written by Lynne, is a haunting meditation on the weight of pain and loss that is wrested from the gloom by the sisters’ rapturous harmonizing. Here’s hoping for many more collaborations to come.

I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

6: Waxahatchee — Out in the Storm

cofKatie Crutchfield, the creative force behind Waxahatchee, steps on the gas for her fourth full-length outing. While the Alabama native’s early work mined an introspective indie-folk vein and 2015’s promising Ivy Tripp toyed with various styles and tempos, Out in the Storm flat-out rocks. It recalls the dynamic ‘90s grunge-pop of Belly and the Breeders. Collectively a rumination on the dissolution and aftermath of an unhealthy relationship, the songs crackle with raw emotion. “I’d never be a girl you’d like or trust or respect,” Crutchfield laments on the bitter “Brass Beam.” If Crutchfield’s lyrical confessions can be at times uncomfortably intimate, the alt-rock riffs are so buoyant that it’s possible to tune out the heartache and just pogo around the living room. But the pain is impossible to ignore on “Fade” the gorgeous ballad that ends Out in the Storm. Here we find the protagonist post-breakup, battle-scarred but ultimately wiser. “I poured everything out/It never would be enough,” Crutchfield acknowledges mournfully. It’s an apt moment of closure on this electrifying album.

I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

7: Real Estate — In Mind

cofReal Estate covers no new ground on its fourth album—pun intended, I’m afraid—but the New Jersey fivesome’s brand of smart, mellow indie-pop is such a winning formula, it doesn’t need to…yet. Internally, the group suffered a seismic upheaval in 2017 when it lost founding member Matt Mondanile, who left to concentrate on his solo project Ducktails. But judging from this fine first post-split effort, Mondanile’s departure has barely caused a ripple in the band’s placid sound. The jangly melodies still recall soft-boiled R.E.M.—think “So. Central Rain,” not “Finest Worksong,” etc. And co-founder and head songsmith Martin Courtney’s lyrics remain genial, daydreamy musings cut with a dash of suburban dread. The lovely “Holding Pattern” chronicles a predictable day in the life of its author, who flirts with existential angst (“It’s just this game/Makes me insane/I wonder where we’re going”) before succumbing to the comforting numbness of sleep (“Someone pressed pause/Wrapped me in gauze/And turned the lights off”). In my universally adored half-year roundup, I predicted that In Mind would likely be the album I listened to the most in 2017. A few picks to come on my year-end list have challenged that bold claim, but I do still play it quite often. And if it’s frequently just as background music to various chores, well, a guy’s got to have pleasant, easy-peasy tunes going while he’s scrubbing the dinner dishes, don’t he?

 

I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

8: The xx — I See You

thexxiseeyouWith its seductive melodies and pillow-talk interplay between vocalists Romy Madly-Croft and Oliver Sim, xx, the 2009 debut album by this London trio, was the sultriest British export to come along since Sade. After the mild sophomore slump of 2012’s Coexist, which sounded like a paler copy of the original, the xx pumps up the volume a smidge on this outing. The brassy synth notes and insistent beats that introduce the lead-off track, “Dangerous,” promise a more club-ready sound, and I See You does indeed deliver a few danceable numbers, most notably “On Hold,” the band’s catchiest tune to date. But fans of the hushed intimacy of the first two albums shouldn’t fret too much. The grooves here stay at the techno-lite simmer of, say, “Missing” by Everything but the Girl. And there are still plenty of slow burners like “Replica” that allow Sim and Madly-Croft to wrap their sexy, simpatico voices in an aural embrace. One or two disposable cuts keep this from placing higher on my list, but all in all it’s a sure-footed attempt at expanding the group’s very identifiable sound.

[Blogger’s note: I’ll post each of my Top 10 picks in succession over the next few weeks, or possibly several weeks, depending on the severity of my winter laziness.]

 

 

I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

9: Moses Sumney — Aromanticism

cofThe eerie headless and floating figure, photographed from behind, on the cover of this soulful L.A. up-and-comer’s debut album is unnerving at first glance. Let your mind’s eye adjust and a new image takes shape: The artist gazing very determinedly at his own navel. It’s an apt visual to accompany the themes of solitude and self-reflection that Sumney explores in this lush song cycle. The album’s title, a trendy buzzword for the inability to feel romantic attraction, suggests Sumney’s no fan of happy loving couples. “You need a solid, but I’m made of liquid,” he warns on “Don’t Bother Calling,” one of 11 exquisitely produced tracks here.  But he’s savvy enough to know that romantic reclusiveness comes with a price. “Am I vital if my heart is idle?” he wonders on “Doomed.” If the album is introspective to a fault—the languid rhythms and Sumney’s delicate falsetto grow a little snoozy at times—it is nevertheless an impressively ambitious artistic statement by the most promising newbie of the year.

 

I’m Gonna Wash That Year Right Outta My Hair: The Top 10 Albums of 2017

With buzz phrases like “tiki torch Nazis,” “dotard,” and “allegations of sexual misconduct,” 2017 certainly won’t be remembered as one of the most commendable chapters in human history. When the news turned ugly—and frankly, when was it not? — I sought solace in soothing sounds. (Apologies for th-pitting there.) Only three of my picks for the 10 best albums of the year qualify as pulse-raisers. The rest slot smoothly into a category that my friend Kendall has disdainfully dubbed “music you can bathe to.” What can I say? Calgon, take me away*… far, far away from the grimy headlines of recent months. And here’s to a more rockin’ 2018. Come back, Tom Petty. We need you.

(*Google it, Millennials!)

10: Grizzly Bear — Painted Ruins

cofCritics have called this brainy Brooklyn combo’s latest album, its first after an extended hiatus, “elegantly layered” and “immersive.” Non-fans might interpret those accolades as code for “boring.” And to be honest, it took five or six listens for Painted Ruins to click with me as a whole. As usual, the band eschews easy hooks in favour of complex song structures with protean melodies, although the moderately propulsive “Mourning Sound” is one of its most accessible compositions yet. And while the 11 tracks here do allow for the occasional burst of drama, such as the emphatic organ flourishes on “Aquarian,” the overall tone of the album is restrained. Patient listeners will be drawn in by the always-stellar harmonies, virtuoso playing—Daniel Rossen’s guitar work is the standout—and off-kilter lyrics. (The opener, “Wasted Acres,” is a playful ode to a DRX-250 motorcycle.) It’s no party record, to be sure. But if you don’t mind the wait, Painted Ruins will eventually reveal its quiet beauty.

[Blogger’s note: I’ll post each of my Top 10 picks in succession over the next few weeks, or possibly several weeks, depending on the severity of my winter laziness.]

 

 

Absolute Beginner: The Adventures of a Middle-Aged U.K. Newbie

[Blogger’s note: I was born and raised in America, moved to Canada for love in the early Aughts, and recently relocated again, in my 50s, with my British-born spouse to the southern coast of his homeland. This is an occasional series about learning new tricks in Merry Old England.]

Wait, I Have an Accent? How the British React to an Alien Voice in Their Midst

1510920403-picsayIf you heard me talk, you probably wouldn’t be able to guess right away where I’m from. I was born in Texas and throughout my childhood my family moved all over the American South, from Florida, back to Texas, to Florida again, then to Tennessee and finally to Georgia, where some of my relatives still live. By rights the words I utter should be as drenched in drawl as those of that Clampett clan who loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly—Hills, that is. (Swimming pools. Yada-yada.) Yet due to a fluke of nature, or perhaps congenital obstinance, I’ve resisted the Dixie diction and speak in a voice that is only fleetingly Southern, meaning a twangy syllable might slip out when I’m angry or tipsy, but of course I’m hardly ever either. (Insert winky emoji here.) The rest of the time, it is rather featureless. I asked my spouse to describe my voice and he deemed it “sonorous, uninflected, middle-American.” Notice he didn’t add “irresistibly sexy” and “almost frighteningly macho,” but that’s a topic for another, more private discussion between us. I’m confident in the assertion that, compared to many people from my native region, I have gone through most of my life pretty much accent-free.

Then I moved to the U.K. Continue reading